The prologue ended up being a lot longer then I intended. I did not think it was long enough though to break it into to parts though. Please tell me what you think!!! Enjoy!!!
August 19-im sorry it took so long but my summers been swamped here is another revision of the prologue ill be posting the first part of Chapter one today or tomorrow, sry im slower then usual what with my bum leg, its been what 3 weeks since my surgery oh but whose counting. (includes corrections from Slammoth and Firestalke and livinginfantasy r) sry i dont have time to add in_the_moonlights revisions
also hez u dont count because you get to read everything first anyway so 
Prologue:
-Withering Castle-
Breathing softly I did my best to resist the temptation to sneeze. Dust had risen in the air and my allergies were subdued with patience that had come from years of practice. No matter what I did though my allergies sometimes got the better of me. At the moment that was the least of my worries.
I had been sent on a mission- but it wasn't just any mission. This mission was the mission; the very thing I needed to do to qualify for the final stage of sisterhood.
Currently I was kneeling in a secret passageway known only to those trained by the sisters. Those who were worthy enough to remember the passageways would succeed at the coven.
I was one of them, but nothing was more important than my mission now. I had been sent to destroy a great evil. An evil so powerful it could mark the end of our world. His name was Xavier.
He had come from a family known for a long line of possessing power. Each generation was more powerful and destructive than the last.
Xavier was the last and most mysterious of his kind. He kept to himself, therefore not much is known about him. Recently, word has gone around about him taking on an apprentice named Darious.
But after a mass killing a few years back by an unknown cause, many blamed Xavier. People believed the accusations had angered Xavier because similar cases of slaughter had taken place soon after.
It did not take long before attacks were planned to take down Xavier, but all had fallen at his hands.
That was when a coven-my coven- decided to send me to take him out. My orders were to survey. It would help in planning my attack.
That is why I am kneeling here, inside this old passageway in Withering Castle, Xavier’s Castle. From what I could see, for there was a small hole invisible from the other side, Xavier was talking to Darious.
From what I could see, the room was small and most likely an office or study. There were several shelves placed about the room. Each one was overflowing with books. Some with titles like “The Magics From Within” and “The Magical World Around You.” These were common throughout the realm, but there were some I had not heard of before. “Opening Your Heart and Mind to Evil” was one such book. It gave me goose bumps just to think about what could possibly be written in the pages of that book.
There was also a desk in the room. It had books on it, but they were neatly stacked compared to the others in the room. There was seating in the room as well but they seemed to be of average sorts.
One door was visible on the other side of the room across from where I was. It had been stained no doubt because its color was too dark to come from any natural tree. One would think the room would appear older and more worn from hundreds of years of use.
It has been said that the Withering Castle was first built at the beginning of the Iron Age, but know one knows for sure. Xavier’s family must have had cast some kind of spell to keep the house in decent conditions for that seemed to be the only explanation.
I had only heard half of Xavier and Darious’s conversation because I had been extra careful taking my time and moving through the passages. Being hasty could lead to exposure.
The passageways were old and unused, which meant I had to be aware of squeaky floorboards. I changed my position so I was no longer kneeling on two knees but one. More dust rose into the air so I pinched my nose to avoid sneezing and turned my attention back to the conversation.
“Now you see why you would have been foolish to use such a spell in that situation,” finished Xavier. You could hear his power through his voice. I silently cursed my self for not hearing which spell he had been talking about.
“Yes master,” said Darious sitting in a chair in front of Xavier’s desk with his back straight. Xavier rose from his chair, sighing.
He began to walk about the room with Darious watching him intently. Xavier appeared to be fairly tall from where I was. His silky, long hair was black with a few silver highlights but he looked no older than 19. It hung about an inch from his shoulder. His bangs were shorter and looked like spikes hanging down curving around his face.
He wore a full black ensemble, but his tunic was trimmed with silver around the bottom, sleeves, and collar. His belt was also silver. My guess was that he dressed to match his hair. Xavier was handsome for a man known for so much evil.
“Darious, what year is it?” asked Xavier. I took my eyes off Xavier and began to examine Darious. He reminded me of one of the boys who worked at the coven. Not many males where permitted in the coven, but every so often orphan boys would be taken in and cared for by the sisters. In return they would offer services in the stables and kitchens.
Darious was a scary resemblance of Carter. Carter was only a year older than me and if Darious was the same age that would make him 17. Darious’s hair, unlike Carter’s, was cut very short, only about a half an inch long. It stood up on his head like a field of needles. Darious’s hair was dark brown and it made him look sinister. His eyes were a light blue. They seemed to soften his expression, as if he was hiding a sad memory of his childhood behind them. His eyes did not fool me though.
His clothes were similar to those Xavier was wearing. The only difference was his tunic. It was silver with black trimming and a black belt, the inverse of Xavier’s.
“The year is 1648 of the Iron Age, sir,” replied Darious obediently.
“Yes, yes that is what I thought,” said Xavier scratching the stubble on his chin. Darious began to look puzzled by Xavier’s words.
“Sir?” asked Darious appearing to be unaware of what his master might be thinking. Xavier began to walk back towards his desk, where he stood behind it using it to lean on.
“There is a prophecy,” these words sent flashbacks to the day I had been given my mission. Those same words had been spoken- “it foretells that in the year 1648 of the Iron Age a young girl will rise and end my line.”
“Is that why you took me on as your apprentice?” inquired Darious. I had been thinking the exact same thing seconds before. It would make sense since none of Xavier’s family members before him had ever had an apprentice.
“Yes and no,” answered Xavier standing up straight and no longer leaning on the desk. “The girl is near. I can feel her.” The way Xavier said this made me think that he knew more then he was saying.
“Where is she? Do you wish for me to get rid of her for you?” asked Darious eagerly. An evil smile had begun to form on his face.
“Patience,” Xavier held up his hand signaling Darious, who seemed to relax disappointedly. “In fact I would very much like you to meet her.” That sent shivers down my spine.
For some reason the more and more Xavier talked about this “girl” the more I felt he was talking about me. If my memory serves me right Sister Innet had spoken of a similar prophecy, but she said they had chosen me because I had grown up at the coven. They had said I would be the best experienced. I decided to figure that out later. I had suddenly become afraid of what Xavier was going to do next, but thankfully my training kept my senses calm.
I hadn’t taken my eyes off of the room, but suddenly Xavier disappeared. I felt a rush of air at my back and then somebody’s arm was wrapped around me. Next thing I knew I was tumbling to the floor of the room I had just been spying on.
I turned myself around so I wasn’t facing the floor. When I looked up he was there. Xavier was kneeling to the side of me with his face within inches of mine. Our eyes met. I hadn’t done it intentionally, but his gaze had somehow locked with mine.
Somehow when I had last looked him over I had missed his eyes. They were gray, which was a color that I had never before seen in someone’s eyes, and they were also impenetrable.
They weren’t like Darious’s. They revealed no thoughts, no childhood memories. What they did show was Xavier’s power.
“Darious,” spoke Xavier without taking his eyes away from mine, “this is Riley. She is the one I spoke of.” My body went into shock.
“How…” I stopped.
“How do I know your name?” he finished for me. “I know a lot about you Riley.” Xavier finally turned away from me. He stood and sat down behind his desk. I tried to move, but I found my limbs had gone stiff.
“Sir, was it a good idea to bring her here?” questioned Darious. I had forgotten about Darious. I looked at him now.
He was no longer sitting but standing a few feet away from me. He was starring at me while he mindlessly played with a dagger in his hands. I hadn’t seen the dagger before, which probably meant he had hidden it. Darious most likely had more of them.
I had daggers hidden inside the top off my own boots, but I could not reach them. My legs were bent and my hands were pushing off the floor supporting me, but they did not move. I could feel them, but they did not respond. I felt like I was a statue.
“Why not? She was inside the passageway watching us,” explained Xavier.
“Passageway?” Darious looked puzzled again.
“But,” I hesitated. How could he have known about the passageways? Only women of the coven knew about them.
“My dear, you underestimate me. You underestimate me greatly. This is after all my castle.” Xavier had answered my question, but it still did not make sense for him to know about the passageways.
“Now Riley, I am warning you. If you continue down the path you have started on you will most certainly meet your end.” I opened my mouth to say something, but he pointed his finger at me, “It is rude to interrupt.” I just scowled at him in discontent, but I let him continue. “Now listen. I am only warning you this once. Next time I might not be as generous as I am now to spare your life.”
Before I could even say a single word Xavier waved his hand towards me. The room began to fade as well as Xavier and Darious’s figures. Then I was back in my room inside the coven. I landed on my back with a loud thud.
“Damn it!”
(revisions have been made since original post)
